A late and unavoidable night out,
A long telephone call to bail out,
Continuous messages to a dear one to sweep out,
Chatting with an online stranger to freak out.
Here above many a feature,
Impediments for being a diurnal creature.
In class rooms a boring lecture,
A broken arm or a minor fracture,
The quite oft-repeated official’ banter,
All these things do matter.
Incidents and instances never to be recalled,
The causes of sleep uncalled.
A dark cloud on the mind,
A hazy vision in the eye,
An uncontrollable urge in the body,
A vague spirit of composure,
Burdened with promises to keep,
Symptoms of unceremonious sleep.
A proper sleep – a blessing to few,
To many others a rarity as dew.
To some sleep is a therapy for beauty,
To others after death, an agent to eternity.
